Chương 649: Chapter 649: Hastur is You, the Stars are Me
Chapter 649: Hastur is You, the Stars are Me
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur was stripped of control over the hall, confined to his seat, unable to leave. Other than that, he faced no restrictions.
Hastur attempted to break free from this confinement, but his efforts were in vain.
After his attempts failed, he began to seriously observe the Old One, Hastur, who was still focused on solidifying his form.
Why didn't he just kill me instead of confining me to this seat?
Is it because he can't, or because he doesn't want to kill me?
This feels a bit like the drama between Klein and Amon.
Hastur silently mocked himself, thinking that if this were truly the case, it wouldn't be so bad, as Klein was the ultimate victor.
As time passed, Hastur gazed beyond the starry sky. He saw familiar Outer Gods and Old Ones like the Fallen Mother Goddess, the Mother Tree of Desire , and the Lamp God.
They were merely waiting at the periphery without making any extra moves; even the Lamp God remained quiet.
Are they waiting for a result?
Hastur took the opportunity to glance at the Ring of Fate, knowing that this master of fate would be Will's formidable opponent in the future.
Thinking of Will's circumstances, Hastur felt better. With Will holding the Key of Light, he should be able to protect Sharon and Audrey.
The path of destiny is truly an enviable path of fortune!
Ascending to Sequence 0 and obtaining the corresponding essence in a single day.
Such luck is truly enviable; no wonder the Mother Tree of Desire 's avatar was driven mad.
Hastur quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the Old One, Hastur, who had fully solidified his form. He remained silent, waiting for the other to act first.
"Isn't it time you returned my name to me?" This was the first thing the Old One, Hastur, said.
"Heh, I don't understand what you're talking about," Hastur replied with a smirk.
He wouldn't carelessly say anything that might allow the other to exploit a loophole in his authority, cutting off his own chance of survival.
"Hastur, that name originally belonged to me. You are merely a lucky substitute."
As he spoke, he moved around, observing everything in the Hall of Stars. "Everything here is as it was."
"Your name?" Hastur sneered, "Do you have your own name? Did you come up with the name Hastur yourself? It's just a label that people use to refer to you."
"You could be called Hastur, or even something simple and memorable like Cat or Dog, or Second Sister Iron Egg."
"That's quite a reasonable argument." He sat down opposite Hastur, smiling. "Since you like the name Hastur, I'll give it to you."
At that moment, Hastur suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if agreeing would lead to unforeseen changes.
"The name Hastur was given to this body by its parents, just as the world calls you Hastur."
"You claim this body as your own, so you must know you're a thief who survived by usurping someone else's fate."
"A thief? In front of you, I wouldn't dare call myself a thief. You are the master thief, even deceiving an Outer God like the Primordial Hunger."
"I didn't kill him. It was the spectators who acted just now."
So that's how it is.
The Primordial Hunger had only had its memory altered, mistakenly believing itself to be the King in Yellow, the Old One Hastur.
His fate clearly demonstrated the terror of wielding dominion.
Hastur sighed inwardly, not responding to the other Hastur's words, but instead asked, "You've fully entered the Hall of Stars and taken control. Why haven't you killed me and taken the Hall of Stars away?"
"I have no intention of killing you," he said, looking up at the starry sky within the hall. "After all, only we come from the same universe."
"Heh, does someone like you also care about human emotions?"
"I enjoy walking the streets of the human world. Despite their weakness, they possess the most complex inner world. Sometimes I even envy their brief lives."
"Stop pretending," Hastur scoffed. "All your observations and experiences come from a higher life form's perspective."
"When humans look down at ants scurrying about, they sometimes find it amusing, even fantasizing about becoming an ant to experience the world anew."
"They might find it interesting for a while, but eventually, they want to return to being human, distancing themselves from such insignificant creatures."
In the face of such sarcasm, he remained calm, saying gently, "That's why I say humans have the most complex inner world."
Hastur didn't answer, simply observing what this Hastur intended to do.
"Your earlier guess was correct. You are indeed a small soul accidentally drawn into this."
"Fate enjoys jokes, and life loves miracles. Your existence perfectly embodies these two points."
"This was something neither I nor the original Creator anticipated, a slight variable beyond control."
"So I sent a golden box from afar, hoping to guide the story back on track, but you were always wary and never opened it."
"Only when you reached the stars did you fully activate the contingency I left behind, allowing me to adjust this destiny that had veered off course."
Hastur remained silent, carefully pondering every word of the Old One.
"Now, let's end this." He stood up, surrounded by starlight. Time and space became chaotic, and fate was reversed.
Hastur was firmly suppressed in his seat, unable even to blink.
"End this unexpected fate and return my name and destiny!"
With a low shout, Hastur felt himself being stripped away from the stars, surrounded only by endless darkness and cold.
He felt himself growing smaller, as if his timeline had been reversed, returning to the state of a soul crossing the universe's boundary.
Is this the end?
Hastur remained silent, feeling the near-suffocating helplessness.
He was just a soul accidentally caught up in this, and having the identity of Hastur, meeting Sharon and Audrey, and experiencing happy times should be enough.
He believed that with Will and Klein's protection, they would be fine.
Now he only hoped that the Hall of Stars had lost the ability to cross the initial barrier, keeping the Old One outside.
This suffocating despair persisted until Hastur thought of a question.
He looked up at the dark, cold world.
"In your words earlier, why did you only mention yourself and the original Creator, without acknowledging the existence of the stars?"
"What are you hiding?"
"Or what are you worried about?"
Hastur's calm voice echoed in the dark, empty world.
The Hall of Stars belongs to the stars, an undeniable fact.
If the Old One Hastur was truly the original master of the Hall of Stars, then he would be the stars themselves.
However, in his earlier words, he never mentioned the stars or claimed to be them.
Where was his true form?
The presence in the Hall of Stars was merely a consciousness stored in a golden box, and the Primordial Hunger was just his King in Yellow avatar. So where was he?
Where was his true form?
At such a significant moment of reclaiming the Hall of Stars, shouldn't his true form appear?
There were too many inconsistencies and unexplained points.
After Hastur posed these questions, stars began to light up in the dark world, one by one, then in clusters, outlining a brilliant starry sky.
In a flash, Hastur found himself back in the Hall of Stars, still seated in his original place.
He had never left the Hall of Stars; he was here all along.
Hastur looked at the Old One Hastur sitting opposite him, his expression complex, finally settling into calmness. "I think I can answer your initial question now."
"Didn't you want the name Hastur back?"
"That's a simple matter."
"Because," Hastur paused, "Hastur is you, and the stars... are me."
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